The First Sunset, III
The world narrowed into a deadly corridor containing only himself and the object of his vengeance. Odyssial knew that Larsyifex had spawned the selantis, that it could scent martial intent like a bloodhound scented prey. He knew that once he merely considered harming Larsyifex, the daeva would know. This was not an enemy that one could skirmish and retreat from, lure into killing fields or traps. All this Odyssial knew, so he sprang forward, headlong into the attack. Like an arrow loosed from a hunting bow, he could not be turned back.
As he ran, he opened the pouch at his shoulder, loading stones into his sling. These were cogolem gems - feather-light when held over his head, but boulder-heavy as they approached the ground. Oddysial had practiced extensively to accustom himself to their strange arcs of flight. His whirling sling was a kneecapper's dream.
Larsyifex turned as he darted forward, slowly ambling to its feet. His stones caught it once, twice, striking thigh and hip, and the monster staggered back - slightly. It cocked its head with an air of amusement as Odyssial approached. It wove, seemingly without effort, through the hail of his further attacks, and though two more stones struck it - one even in the face - the daeva did not so much as draw its blades.
He launched one of his throwing knives, still smeared with the poison of Lethos, and this thudded half a centimeter into the creature's skin. Almost deferentially, it plucked out the blade and set it on the ground.
"You are the one," it said, "that kept this tribe alive for so long?" As it spoke, the words of the creature became iconographs of burning gold, seared into Odyssial's mind. It did not speak the tongue of men, but he understood it perfectly even so.
It loomed before him now, six arms and eyes like coals, flesh like crusted obsidian, painted with blood. Where the flames had licked at it, its skin was mottled, almost caramelized. Odyssial launched himself forward, lashing out with the whisper-keen bronze of his sword. A slight cut opened on the creature's side. It continued to speak.
"I must commend you on your efforts. That play against the Fair Folk - inspired! We had a betting pool going on, you know, at the market. Very few thought you'd last this long, so my payout will be considerable! But... well, my window is closing, and a daeva makes his own luck, hmm? Everyone knows that the house wins if you leave all of it up to chance!"
Halfway through Larsyifex's monologue, Odyssial had realized its purpose, and had tuned the daeva out, burning iconographs and all. The sheer senselessness of it, the pure monstrous indifference - those, he was used to. The idea that he may have caused this by treating with the daevas, by attracting their attention... He held down the pangs, the despair and mounting fury, and spent his precious moments methodically and efficiently cutting deeper into Larsyifex's wound.
There would be time for hatred later. Hatred of all kinds, if he won.
His time was almost spent. Larsyifex observed him for a moment longer, glancing briefly at the spurt of arterial blood coming from the wound on its own body.
"Disappointing," it finally said, shaking its ponderous head. "I had hoped for a better reaction than that."
Odyssial was already leaping backwards. By a full inch he avoided decapitation. From stillness, Larsyifex had erupted into a typhoon of shining blades. Shards of slicing wind sang past him as Odyssial found cover. He placed the edge of his blade into a nearby firepit, took out his brace of poisoned daggers, and awaited the daeva's approach. It had treated his thrown dagger differently. He considered that for half a moment.
"Mortal? Are you still alive?" Larsyifex emerged from the tempest, slowly twirling its blades, chuckling to itself. It walked, heedless of the dead, snapping limbs and ribs with its immense weight. Why was it pretending that it couldn't sense him by the martial intent he exuded? Despite the cuts it had taken, perhaps it still considered this part of the game.
Moving casually, with feigned caution, it stalked about in a circle, offhandedly crushing the bodies of the slain as it walked among them. It made no effort to respect the dead, instead going out of its way to gleefully trample when it could, perhaps trying to provoke some emotion in him. Odyssial's mind raced, considering and discarding tactics with frantic speed. And then Larsyifex's route caused it to approach Nio's relatively undamaged corpse, her fingers still clutching a half-finished talisman.
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How does Odyssial respond to Larsyifex's revelation? That if not for Odyssial's involvement with the daevas, the clan may well never have drawn any undue notice?
Note: Odyssial will maintain full tactical awareness and ability regardless of what he is feeling. However, formative moments like these can certainly affect his actions and entire worldview in the millennia to come, assuming he survives.
[ ] Guilt - It is, of course, not necessarily his 'fault' that this happened. If one were to assign blame, it would fall squarely on Larsyifex's inhuman shoulders. But that does not spare Odyssial from the truth that his own actions played a necessary part in the chain of events leading to this outcome. He was the one that decided to consort with daevas, to trade with them, and to thus garner their notice. "The interest of a daeva brings only tragedy" - that is well-known, wisdom that Odyssial regarded, but dismissed as too general. If not for his ambition, his desire to grasp for that which was outside his reach, then his tribe would not have died horribly at the hands of this monster.
It is not his 'fault.' But he could have acted to prevent this outcome. Could have seen the nigh-inevitable conclusion of his dealings with the daevas. And because he could have changed this outcome, he should feel regret that it came to pass. That is only healthy, and correct. [Heartlessness -1. -100,000 XP from Greatness. Odyssial grieves normally for his family and will carefully consider the consequences of dangerous ambitions in the future.]*
*You don't actually lose the XP for spending, it just isn't included in the Greatness calculation.
[ ] Fury - No. He will not play the daeva's outrageous mockery of a game. The blame for these murders lies solely on the murderer, that is simplicity itself. And justice will be had, ten thousand times over for every brother and sister they have taken from this world. First Larsyifex, and then the daeva that spawned him, and then the Titan that spawned them, and then all the Titans who in their arrogance decided to create, and torment their creations. He will root them out with fire and sword. He will bring against them such terror that they will wish themselves never to have been born.
It is not wrong to care. But to those that care nothing for humankind, Odyssial will not extend even the slightest sliver of humanity. Let them suffer the fury of his thousandfold vengeance, and pray he does not ask more. [Heartlessness +1, can be argued down to +0 or up to +2**. No Greatness XP modifier. Odyssial, if he lives, will persecute the Primordial War with terrible effectiveness. However, he will remain emotionally available to some small circle of friends outside of his Lunar Mate.]
**High Heartlessness can be useful in certain situations!
[ ] Coldness - There are worlds where the warmth of emotional attachment is worth the risks of vulnerability. Worlds where weaknesses go unpunished, where the truly innocent can smile without being foolishly naïve. But this is not one of those worlds. He should have known better. To become an existence without weaknesses, one cannot invest too much in others that are weak. That is the nature of reality. And he will accede to its laws (fully exploiting any loopholes), until he becomes powerful enough to make new ones. Before, he thought he understood the system of the world, but pragmatic ruthlessness was merely another ideal to be rid of. It's not "I should find a way." But neither is it "I must."
"I will find a way." Always. [Heartlessness +2. +50% Greatness XP modifier. Odyssial... well, you probably know where this is going]
Also, please choose the style of combat with which Odyssial is most familiar. This will likely impact Ulyssian's post-Exaltation combat style as well, so please choose with that in mind.
[ ] Skirmishing - Mid-range hit and run, making full use of stealth and evasion. Damage is relatively low against a being of Larsyifex's caliber, but your chances of survival are higher. In general, however, it starts off with an extremely high burst of damage before tapering off; weak in prolonged direct engagements, but can make do if circumstances permit the use of stealth.
[ ] Melee - The most balanced and powerful option, especially as one approaches supernatural levels of power; a classic. High damage against Larsyifex, but highly risky as well. However, though it does everything well, it doesn't really have a single aspect in which it excels.
[ ] Unarmed - Striking and grappling arts. For purposes of this fight, we're mostly interested in the latter - Larsyifex's great strength and speed can be overcome by leverage, and his swords can be neutralized by getting inside his guard. However, it's even more outrageously risky than Melee, and your chances aren't good if he turns out to be skilled at grappling as well - he's got eight appendages to your four.